Mood essay

Fate is a lovely mystery. What you desire most often cannot be obtained, but what you don’t want is obtained again. — “Occasionally” life is like onion. Every time I peel off a piece, I will always be choked to tears. The days I want to cry are mostly a kind of grievance, I brought myself the Capri of vanity. Maybe it is too simple to understand life, or too stubborn to pursue purity, but life is incomplete. Life often uses little happiness to fill my heart with joy and give me confidence and motivation for unremitting pursuit. Every day, I sigh, rejoice and worry unconsciously. — How can I not feel sad in “occasionally picked up? They fought openly and secretly one by one like black chicken eyes, shouting friends in their mouths, with smiles on their faces — the night like “The Road to Growth” reminded of the first footprint, the first friend, this night reminds me of you and the lonely and tasteless time in front of me. There are songs coming from afar, and your eyes are drunk. The night is as cool as water, and tears in eyes are the crystallization of true feelings. In such a night, love is real and dream is free. — “Such a Night” Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Wen/Yi people are holding a oiled paper umbrella there, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain Lane. I hope to meet a girl with sorrow like clove. Twenty years ago, when I first came into contact with modern Chinese poetry, I fell in love with Dai Wangshu’s poem Rain Lane. In “rain Lane”, the poet who walked alone with an oil paper umbrella, the long and lonely rain Lane, and a girl with melancholy like lilac, it was fixed in my mind like a thick and light ink painting. Until today, when I see the colorful umbrellas held by people, I will think of the poet holding the oiled paper umbrella and the lilac girl with sorrow in the rain Lane. Now there is no one who can hesitate alone with an oil paper umbrella. It is not only in the late autumn when the autumn rain is lingering, but also hard to see. The word “hesitation” has been gradually deleted from the rain Lane with the elimination of oil-paper umbrellas as the era of poets went away. However, I can’t remove the hesitation brought by the oiled paper umbrella from the world of the umbrella. I always think that the oil paper umbrella can be copied, but the loneliness and confusion of wandering alone cannot be copied. Therefore, every rainy day comes, I always look for that hesitation among numerous umbrellas, but I can’t find it. Modern people are in a hurry, walking through the rain. They have hope, destination and berthed ships. Therefore, umbrellas are just their tools to cover the rain, and there is no other meaning at all. The poet ended an era with the hesitation of oil paper umbrella, leaving us only the loneliness and sorrow in the rain Lane. After thinking carefully, why should I look for the hesitation under that umbrella? There are too many flower umbrellas to carry the loneliness of the rain Lane; The flower umbrellas are too miscellaneous to calm the noise of the rain. Standing in front of the window, holding a cup of strong coffee just cooked, stirring while listening to the monotonous ticking sound of rain on the window glass in the House, the loneliness in the bottom of my heart came into being. Look at the umbrella flowers blooming before the rain. One umbrella, or two umbrellas, walk leisurely in the trickle rain to do what they should do. I knew that loneliness and loneliness were locked in the room by me, and the Glass blocked the world of rain. Although there were rainy scenery and umbrella interests in my eyes, but it was just like TV commercials, passing by hurriedly, which could not leave any impression. Today, the unexpected autumn day, the rain is still playing its own monologue unhurriedly. Day and night, I don’t know what it is telling? Is it sadness or joy? I am can’t guess. The flower umbrella walks in the rain, separating the world outside the umbrella. The world in the umbrella is dry and clean, which only belongs to the calm nature of one person and the romantic warmth of two people. And the world outside the umbrella is empty and silent. Except for the sound of rain echoing in the air, there is no need to find anything worth recalling. Xiao Jie, a college classmate, called from Beijing and complained that I didn’t contact her. I eliminated her misunderstanding with the word “busy”, but being busy was just an excuse, but the real thing was that I had no superficial mood to maintain friendship. I can make a phone call or send it to sister Yi, but what am I going to say? Said I’m fine? That’s lies. Say I’m not good? The words are very long, not a few words can be said clearly, and how can others understand their own sufferings? For friendship, I can help my friends understand and sympathize with me. In order to write, I can do something to make myself quit writing. But how can the unforgettable friendship and the persistence of looking forward to the end of the world cover the past with a busy word? Busy is a lazy umbrella, which covers my yearning for friends and my pursuit of ideals. The rain always stops to rest, and the flower umbrella will eventually be placed in the pavilion. Only a heart that doesn’t want to grow old always skips monotonously with the ticking autumn rain. In the dead of night, let the wet lingering lovesickness that is hard to withstand freeze. Dai Wangshu, a poet, could throw loneliness into the rain lane with an oilpaper umbrella. Ma Zhiyuan could send nostalgia to the alley with a broken heart in the end of the world. Moreover, Yi An, a layman, could paint the miserable tragedy darker than the night by guarding the window. People’s emotions are extravagant for the most difficult autumn. In the slight expression of sorrow, let your sentimental heart stop in the cold autumn. When the rain falls, it is sudden, and when you rest, it is instant. People are old and depressed in the helpless accumulation of yellow flowers and the teasing of autumn rain. Suddenly Looking back, youth and dreams have gone quietly with the oiled paper umbrella in the rain Lane. Therefore, what hesitates alone is only the loss of time passing away, and what is lonely and lonely is only the confusion of where to wake up from the wine tonight. Swallow a bitter coffee, and have to sigh that life is just like bitter coffee, which needs to be ground slowly and tasted slowly. Through the window glass, I saw the oiled paper umbrella in a trance and moved forward slowly. But under that umbrella, it was no longer a single hesitation, but two people who were close to each other. They weaved a wisp of fervent feelings in the rain. In the small world, tenderness may not have to wait until tomorrow, the rain will naturally stop. The wandering oil-paper umbrella will eventually be stored in a corner of the heart and will not let it bloom quietly. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

About the smell of love

The story has been squandered by countless scissors and become a rare past, from the two ponytail to the fake young man’s short hair, to the lazy curly long hair now, more or less. Growth is probably the same. What is bumping is its essence. In this way, the vision which twists and turns in the present is just a picture scroll with the flavor of vintage. The process can be seen, but the flowers and plants have already become a little blurred, how could we remember those trivial meanings clearly if we didn’t read the articles in the diary carefully. Probably, it was also because when I came over, I could only see that the starting point was just like when the sun rose. How silent it was. It suddenly reminded me of the scene of Autumn Water sharing the same color of the sky, beauty and nostalgia at that moment, however, it is no longer at that moment. Sadness or happiness is no longer the problem we are facing at this moment. Although I don’t know what kind of weather will show tomorrow, at least I will walk step by step along the time automatically. It can’t be said that I pursue more progress or race against time. I feel that I can’t run it. It’s better to be synchronized. When I am busy, I will be nervous. Memory is not that simple. We have to learn to abandon those ignorance, gratitude or inexplicable moments of being loved that have not been tempered by years. Apart from those turbid tangles, accept the rare ideas given now frankly. You can remember every rhythm you walk, soothing and intense, which is what you want. This is a very confirmed fact. Bitter will have sweetness, sweet will also have light. Product water, cold and warm how to swallow belly storage. I cried and laughed. People who cared about it and nobody knew it were all written into the notebook and sealed up. However, at a certain moment, you will be caught off guard and naked, because you can’t compromise about love, and you have to imprison yourself so much. I remember that when I was a child, I felt the same feeling about a time when I cried and lied carelessly. Now I am eating a sweet cone with my best friend. We can’t be crossed, but when we grow up, we still continue the innocence and purity of being loved. I said, love is good. You said, yes, I have been stuck together for so many years. Friendship is mostly so Lingering. There is no need to promise that the sea is dry and the stone is rotten. Going on together is the everlasting of everyone. Some love, in the dead of night, is like a ray of quiet Aurora outside the window, which makes people excited. The friendship of the long stream of water should also be explored by rolling. We are very good, so what else can we do. A group of children, separated from space for a long time, scattered everywhere, no human form, familiar with only the smell attached to the body, warm, may be the touch of a word, the time of shopping together, the time of crazy together. However, the aftertaste did not disappear. I am talking about friendship. Like one’s best friend, one can pour out his whole life. In fact, the most difficult thing for me to say is love. After all, little kids will encounter true love, from playing to feeling to giving seriously. The determination of the standpoint cannot be changed at once. It may be that the process of love, injury, expectation and collapse makes people feel more and more awe. How great you are, what you want to do is not what you used to be. Simple love, real love, when you are in it, you will feel the changeable scene, which is very tempered and not worn out in a day. I was wondering whether the childhood childhood childhood could achieve the identity of a talented woman now. Yes, that is a magical fairy tale. No, it’s not surprising. It can be attributed to the bone of reality. I don’t know much about the feeling of love, and the parties will be more real after experiencing it. After saying that, we have grown up with each other in the same period of time, and the mixed stories have drawn the splendor of each other. The flowers bloom coquettish, and it is natural and quiet when falling down, only the fragrance exists. In fact, when Love Shines, we will still be happy and have no desire, that is, we are so pure, free and easy, and put the annoying things on the way that we won’t come back, let it spill down the flowers and plants on the roadside. Taste a moment of taste in love. Big or small, deep or shallow. Not bad, we are walking. Youth extends in the palm of your hand. What makes you dazzle yourself with a little scenery. Remember to cherish the people around me. I am still with you in my heart. At least you will not be so lonely. The aftertaste lies in the heart, because of growth, because of years, and those stories about love also need to be witnessed. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Street in shower

The continuous muggy weather for several days actually indicates that there will be a rainstorm coming. People in this street are all longing for a hint of cool wind, and it is better to have a pleasant rain. Walking in such a street, a burst of white rain really came out of a sudden. Together with the pedestrians in the street, I became a drowned rat in a flash! Standing in front of a shop to shelter from the rain, the strange boss smiled without blaming, which meant that there would be no business at this moment. Of course, I also gave him a smile to express my sincere thanks! But I think, if you only stay here for a little while on weekdays, maybe the boss is not so good-looking? Who knows. At this moment, I still saw those people who were well dressed, prett and tight with iron faces in the past seemed to lose their usual majesty at once, which was no different from ordinary people in this street, the same panic, running around, the same drowned rat! What distinction wealth, what high and low, time for naught. It seemed that the distance suddenly shortened by the rain, and all of them were equal. Just then, everyone played the same role. It seems that people may be tolerant, understanding and relieved at a certain time. Isn’t it a fate to be caught in the rain? It seems that I have found a warm and happy feeling in my life. Heavy rain is easy to disappear, but at this time it is sunny after rain. In the fresh air, suddenly there is a cool and comfortable feeling. However, everyone went to the real life one after another to play their own different roles. I hope everyone can seize the opportunity to realize their dreams and find more happiness in getting along with each other. Ha ha, what a beautiful rain in my memory! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…